Sunday Morning (Damaged #7.5)

 

His fingers looped my shorts and slid them down. I giggled when his teeth nipped my butt cheek. Kirk stood up and tugged off my tank top.

 

“Let me look at these lovelies,” Kirk said after we stepped under the water.

 

My fingers went to his chest while his hands cupped mine.

 

“Jodi,” he said, teasing my nipples and sending unbearable heat to the spot between my legs. “How do I not spend every second of the day inside you?”

 

“You have a job and kid,” I murmured.

 

“That I do.”

 

I squirted soap into Kirk’s hand and then my own. We took turns washing each other until we were squeaking clean. I finished up by stroking Kirk’s thick cock. His lips sucked on mine as my hand moved faster. I didn’t stop stroking when he came. My mind was already imagining us in bed with him inside me.

 

Kirk stroked my nipples, and they were extra sensitive when I was pregnant. Squirming away from him, I hurried out of the shower without even drying off. I climbed on the bed and displayed my ass to him like a horny cat.

 

“In front of the mirror?” Kirk asked, his fingers sliding up and down my slit.

 

Facing a floor mirror, I took in the sight of all his tattoos on his tanned body.

 

Smiling at him through the mirror, I whispered. “I like watching you.”

 

Kirk grinned, but his expression was predatory. The man loved fucking me. I didn’t blame him. I was an enthusiastic lover. All of those months wanting and waiting made me forever desperate for relief. The six weeks after Cooper’s birth nearly drove me insane. Kirk didn’t help by holding our boy shirtless. Seeing him so sexy during daddy duty left me in a state of heat.

 

“I love you,” he said, sliding deeper inside me. “Never forget you own me.”

 

Our hips found a painfully slow rhythm. I ached to feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me. Kirk knew what I wanted without me asking. He always knew. It was why I loved him back in Chesterfield and why I’d love him until the day I died.

 

Forty minutes later, we stretched out in bed. I wrapped my leg over his and took in the sight of his sweaty forehead.

 

When I burst into laughter, he wrapped an arm around me and frowned. “What’s so funny?”

 

“Five years,” I said through my giggles. “You really thought you’d wait for five fucking years to be with me. If you weren’t so damn smart, I’d think you were an idiot.”

 

Swiping wet strands from my face, Kirk sighed. “Those were the noble efforts of a delusional man.”

 

“Look at you getting poetic, baby.”

 

Kirk smiled at me, and I knew he would never leave me. We might grow old and the exciting newness of our love might fade. Our family would grow, and we’d struggle find time alone. None of it would matter. Kirk and I made sense despite all the rules saying otherwise. We made sense from day one and we’d make sense until our final breaths.

 

 

 

 

 

Epilogue - Jodi

 

 

Some days, I forgot the dump I came from. Robin and the Princess Farms Trailer Park felt like a bad dream. Each year, those memories faded. I was Jodi Johansson. I had a strong and sexy husband. We built our dream house where we raised our four kids. Kirk ended up with a dozen dogs running around our property. Cooper and our second boy Tucker trained them all. I’d stand on our huge deck and watch my guys playing with those big Rottweilers. They were a sight I never got tired of seeing.

 

I finally got my daughter. Unlike her brothers who always wanted to run and enjoy their independence, Bailey was a clingy baby. She followed me around everywhere. I ate up the attention. While the boys looked like their dad, Bailey was a mini-me. Even if she didn’t look or act like Kirk, she adored her daddy.

 

Whenever we went out together, Bailey sat on Kirk’s shoulders. She’d always give me a smirk because she was hot shit above the rest of us.

 

Tucker and Cooper looked so much alike, and I imagined them to be twins. Except Cooper grew up to be a smart, serious kid. Tucker never stopped running around laughing at every dumb thing. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in our family, but he was loyal to Cooper. Kirk said if he had a little brother like Tucker that he might have made bigger moves earlier in life.

 

Our kids were wild and active, meaning they crashed early every night and left their parents to play. Kirk never slowed down when it came to his sexual appetite. Even if he hadn’t, we had a million experiences outside of the bedroom to keep us happy.

 

Ellsberg became our home quickly. We ate out a few times a week until we were regulars everywhere. By the time we opened up our bar Whiskey Kirk’s, the name Johansson meant power in Ellsberg. The Reapers quietly ruled, keeping order in the town and the expanding area.